As Fang Yu and the little fox Silver Moon, master and servant, inspected their gains, Marquis Nanlong, the Ghost Spirit Sect's white-robed old man, and the others who had just emerged from the ruins of Cang Kun Superior all went pale with a swish.
Outside the small stone mountain stood a dense mass of Nascent Soul cultivators. The four people at the forefront were especially terrifying; merely meeting their gazes sent chills through everyone's hearts.
Clearly, all four were late-Nascent Soul great cultivators.
At that moment, even Han Li, who considered his abilities extraordinary after forming his Nascent Soul, could not help but feel despair at such a lineup.
After all, unless Fang Yu was still here, they had virtually no chance of escaping.
Even so, Han Li was still considering how to get away.
"Could Fellow Daoist Fang Yu, the foremost figure in the Heavenly South cultivation world, still be inside? Or has he already left ahead of us?"
The Yin Luo Sect Master, a black-robed man whose aura was the most sinister and frightening of all, spoke with icy killing intent in his voice.
"May I ask, Fellow Daoists, you are not Mulan People, are you?"
At this moment, the white-robed old man was also filled with regret. Had he known Fang Yu would flee so quickly, he would never have dared leave a mark to lure the Mulan People here, intending to use Mulan strength to eliminate Fang Yu, this great threat.
Yet he had never expected Fang Yu to run off first, leaving them to face utter destruction.
Not to mention four late-Nascent Soul great cultivators—even one of them was more than these people could handle. It would already be fortunate if they could retreat with their lives.
"That is correct. This sect is indeed not